Chapter 1: A Wonderful Date Turned Sour
The Case of the Mad Scientist
A Sled Speed Novel
by John Savage
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Chapter 1: A Wonderful Date Turned Sour
Only a tiny whine came from the woman lying on the bed, not much considering that she was in fear of
her life.
The man standing by the bed, looking down at her, had a sadistic, evil grin on his surprisingly
handsome features. Clenched in his hand was a ssic surgeon’s scalpel, small but very sharp.
“Bitch! Bitch!” he kept calling her. “All you bitches deserve to die! And slowly.”
Earlier in the evening, as he had taken her to a fine dining establishment, that face reflected kindness
and gentleness, and even a look of love. She was feeling happy that finally she had found a man who
loved her for more than just the fine body she was blessed with. Then, aftering to his apartment for
what she hoped would be a night of gentle lovemaking that would help to cement a wonderful
rtionship, he had changed. From tender kisses in the front room, it became orders to undress when
they reached the bedroom. She smiled and hurried off her clothing, epting that a certain amount of
male sternness was to be expected when it came to bedroom activities.
But then his hands upon her body were no longer the gentle caresses of a few minutes before. He had
pushed her down to the bed and held her there while he attached handcuffs to her wrists. She was
confused and uneasy as the metal cuffs clicked shut around her wrists. She would be willing to try
kinky games if this incredible hunk wanted it, but as her arms were spread wide and held that way by
chains going down and under the bed, she became more nervous. She had never been restrained in
her young life and it was a strange experience. A part of her tingled at the excitement of being made
helpless, and a bigger part protested and was afraid. This was not the Steve she hade to know
over the course of two dates.
“Those are very tight around my wrists,” she told him, unable to keep a little tremor out of her voice.
Then she looked up and was shocked. Gone was the kindly, handsome face. In its ce was a mask of
pure evil, features contorted into an ugliness that scared her to the core.
She tried to kick him as he reached for her ankles, but could not prevent him from locking metal cuffs
on them and then spreading her legs wide. Still hoping it was just his way of sex and that soon she
would be enjoying a good fucking, she tried to smile.
Her mind was filled with doubt. Was this just yacting, as she had heard some people do? Pretending
to be an escaped convict and the warden’s wife, or a pirate with a captive maiden; that sort of thing.
The chains attached to the bed clearly spoke of premeditation. He had nned this all along.
Her limbs secured tightly stretched on the bed, she looked to him, hoping now he would divest himself
of clothing and show her that wonderful body she had been longing to see every since she first set
eyes upon him at the club. But instead of stripping, he reached into the nightstand and when his hand
came up she saw the scalpel. A cry of fear escaped her lips.
The real horror began then.
He set the scalpel down on her chest, between thoserge breasts. Then he gagged her with arge
rubber ball and a strap. Before she realized that she would not be able to scream for help, the gag was
in ce and being tightly buckled on. After that, the screams were muffled and useless.
Taking her nipple in his fingers, he pulled her breast upward and gazed at it thoughtfully. It was the
beginning of a ritual he had performed before, on other helpless women. He had been hurt, given a
foul, corrupting disease by a prostitute and now he sought revenge for his ruined life. This woman, a
representative of all womankind, would die tonight. It would not be a fast death - no, she would suffer
greatly and most painfully before enough blood had fled her body. He did not know the term for what he
did to women, but others would have told him it was the “Death of a Thousand Cuts” as practiced by
the Chinese.
Suddenly there was a loud crash in the room. His hand jerked as he reacted, the scalpel leaving a nick
on the breast. Then he was looking at death.